Kid must've read my battles the way he spits vocab
But "Thesaurus" was the only word I found in his notepad
My dexterity positions me as the martyr of rap
While he tries to blend in like Rednecks wearin' Rastafarian hats
Like horrible tracks, I present you with lots of issues
And then discard your existence like a box of tissues
Utilize your ears, I suggest you start listenin'
Cos I "drop lines" with more skill than proffesional fishermen
You think your hot like sulfuric acid but this battle's resolved
I'm gold... the one thing you can't hope to dissolve

nice spit .iLL.... good luck